*~Young Lilith~*
Author's note; You can skip Lilith's story if you find it boring or stretched. You won't really miss anything, as I will still explain it in Hazel's POV.
I couldn't stop smiling. My cheeks hurt, but I didn't care.
Everyone at the party had been staring at me—sixteen-year-old Lilith, the girl who shifted before her time. Wolves weren't supposed to awaken until eighteen. That was the way of the Goddess, the natural order. But tonight, under the glowing moon, I felt my wolf burst forward in front of the entire pack.
I had only gone to the meat party to watch, to clap for those older wolves shifting for the first time and finding their mates. I never expected the fire in my veins, the sudden ache in my bones, the pull that dragged my wolf out of me. One moment I was clapping beside my parents, the next I was trembling on the ground, fur sprouting, claws raking, and my wolf's howl tearing into the night sky.
